From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 181 Chapter [-]

In the late autumn of the 24th year of Da Song Zhaoguang.

The strong wind outside Lanzhou, one of the important towns in the northwest, swept the yellow sand and raged. A dusty and embarrassed young woman with a crown was dignified. She hurriedly walked through the mountain road with a bag on her back and walked towards a mountain col. .

After entering the mountain, the wind and sand have been reduced a lot, and after a while, you will reach a forest full of dead leaves.

Passing through the woods, the female crown came to a cave. There were two coffins parked in the cave. There were seven or eight camels at the entrance of the cave.

On a few large rocks in front of the camel team sat three Taoists with miserable descriptions and bruises all over their bodies.

This group of people was Hou Qinghua and Taoist Blue Bird, Taoist Qingyu and Taoist Qingchong, who fled after the battle with Yu Zhaoxing, the elder of the Beggar Gang and disciples of the Beggar Gang, and fled to the Lingguang Temple of Kyiv outside the city of Lanzhou.

It turns out that Hou Qinghua is the only daughter of Hou Tonghai and his wife Joyce, the master of Kyiv Lingguang Sightseeing.

Since Emperor Xuan of the Qing Dynasty separated from Hou Tonghai in Sicily 25 years ago, Hou Tonghai brought Joyce back to the Lingguang Temple in Kyiv. At the beginning, he planned to teach Joyce as a disciple of the Yellow River Gang martial arts. A descendant, but Joyce is not an oriental woman after all, and the two of them have been together for a long time, and unexpectedly developed emotions that they shouldn't have.

Hou Tonghai was originally a gangster on the Yellow River. Although he is old, his pride has not diminished. Seeing that Joyce treats him with sincerity, no matter what age or generation, he is free and easy, knowing that he is not Quanzhen either. Serious disciples don't have to abide by any rules and regulations, as long as they want to, they can combine with Joyce.

So he immediately married Joyce as his wife in Lingguang Temple, and he just became a Huoju Taoist in Lingguang Temple, and then selected three of the disciples in the temple and accepted them as direct disciples. home.

Later, the two gave birth to a son, Hou Qingying, and a daughter, Hou Qinghua. Unfortunately, the son fell ill and died prematurely, but the daughter, Hou Qinghua, grew up safely.

Not everyone knows about Hou Tonghai getting married and having children at Lingguang Temple in Kyiv, but firstly he is not a Quanzhen disciple, and secondly, because of his seniority, he used to be a senior in martial arts who served the old man of Emperor Xuan of Qing Dynasty. Dare to manage him.

After all, when he lived in the Yuqing Palace, he ate meat and drank alcohol, and neither Emperor Xuan of Qing nor the real person Yin Kexi had any control over him, and others were even more afraid to control it. Later, when Yin Kexi found out, he just laughed.

The Palace Master of Yuqing Palace didn't care, and the rest of the Quanzhen disciples politely pretended not to know.

Therefore, Hou Tonghai's role as the host of the Lingguang Temple in Kyiv is actually omnipotent in eating, drinking, and entertainment, and he even intervenes in local government affairs. When I was in the Yellow River Gang in the Central Plains, I lived more comfortably.

However, the good days gradually disappeared after Joyce passed away five years ago. Hou Tonghai, who lost his love to serve him, was over eighty years old. The older he got, the more he missed his hometown. Died of asthma.

Although he died of illness, Hou Tonghai had a very stable control over Lingguang Guan. Before his death, he passed the position of the watcher to his daughter Hou Qinghua. The succession of Hou Qinghua of Erba Fangling did not cause any fluctuations, and even the Yuqing Palace quickly flew away. The pigeon biography sent the ultimatum.

However, Hou Tonghai had a last wish before his death. He made a special trip to instruct the three disciples and daughters who had carefully mediated, and wanted to send the bodies of his couple back to their hometown in the Central Plains for burial. Hou Qinghua and the three disciples also agreed.

It was precisely because of Hou Tonghai's last wish that Hou Qinghua, Qingchong, Qingyu, and Qingniao took some fire workers from the Taoist temple to consign the coffins and left Kyiv all the way to the east. After walking for about two and a half years, they finally passed the Yumen Pass. into the Central Plains.

However, after entering the customs, he fought with the Beggar Gang for no reason, not only injured many elders and disciples of the Beggar Gang, but also all four of his own.

In order to get rid of the beggar gang's tracking, the four of them even left the rest of the goods and the barbarian guides behind. Only the coffins of Hou Tonghai and Joyce were kept in hiding in XZ.

After approaching Lanzhou, because Hou Qinghua looked the most like a native of the Central Plains, other people stayed outside the city to guard the coffin. She disguised herself and entered Lanzhou City to inquire about the news. She had just returned at this time.

Qing Zongzi stood up and said, "Junior sister, how many disciples of the Beggar Gang are there in Lanzhou City?"

Hou Qinghua shook his head lightly, and said, "Not much, it seems to be a battle with Mingjiao and left after the great victory."

Sandao breathed a sigh of relief, Qingniaozi spat thick phlegm, and scolded: "The people of the beggar gang deceive people too much, Guanzhu Shimei, after we return to Henan to bury the master and the teacher, we will go to Yin Zhenren and ask him to host the old man. justice!"

Qingyuzi agreed: "That's right, aren't our Quanzhen disciples in the lower house of Quanzhen disciples? Why are they bullied by their beggar gang?"

Seeing Hou Qinghua's bad face, Qing Zongzi said in a low voice, "Junior sister, are you tired? You go to the cave to rest. We all have some skin injuries. After two days of rest, we can set off."

Hou Qinghua entered the cave with a promise and sat down on a stone covered with hay and sheepskin felt. After thinking for a while, she took out a few black tokens about two feet long from her bag and lined them up in front of her. , a total of six.

These long plaques are shaped like arrows, neither gold nor jade. The six orders are of different lengths and sizes. There are many patterns and characters engraved on them, which seem to be transparent, making it seem that there is a flame flying in the middle.

Hou Qinghua touched the token, and felt uneasy in his heart, thinking to himself: The old uncle Shi who I just rescued told me to keep the token, saying that it was the Ming Cult Holy Fire Order, and now the battle between the Beggar Gang and the Ming Cult is obviously a Ming Cult If they lost, it was said that the Beggar Gang would seize the Mingjiao Torch Order to show that they were convinced of the Mingjiao.

That old beggar Yu and others insulted us. I think that Uncle Shi was a hero, and he didn’t frown until he died. I’m afraid that the so-called largest gang in the world might not be a good gang. His old man is gone, but most of the Dongtu Ming Sect has been educated and has been transformed into a righteous one...

Daddy said that people in Jianghu said that they should do it. Since I promised Uncle Tishi to keep the Holy Fire Order, why should I keep these six tokens, so I can't let the disciples of the beggars snatch them away...

Hou Qinghua wanted to make up his mind, and reached out to pick up one and put it back in the bag, but when he looked down, he saw some words engraved on it, he snorted and took a closer look before putting it away.

After receiving the torch, Hou Qinghua took out another piece of old sheepskin, looked at the words on it, his face brightened, and thought: "Old Uncle Shi is really generous, he said that he thanked me for the martial arts that I gave him. The martial arts of Dongtu are too brilliant, is it possible that Dongtu martial arts has prospered so far?

Hou Qinghua was frightened in his heart, and after a while, he suppressed his wild thoughts, and then carefully looked at the magical power on the sheepskin - "The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth".

After reading it, Hou Qinghua practiced according to the law, because he practiced the excellent martial arts such as the body-building method taught by his father, the martial arts of the Yellow River Gang, and the royal sword taught by his mother. Hou Qinghua's root bone meridian was different from ordinary people. However, after practicing according to the law for several hours, the first five formulas of the first floor of the Great Movement of the Universe have been mastered.

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In the early spring, the western regions are still as cold as a knife, especially on the Kunlun Mountains, which can make drops of water freeze into ice, and it is as cold as severe winter.

On the Jingshen Peak of Kunlun Mountains, there is a long-faced, deep-eyed, thin-boned, clear-eyed man dressed in a light blue long gown sitting and working hard.

After an unknown period of time, he suddenly jumped up from the peak with a long roar, standing on the edge of the cliff and looking at the waves of the sea of ​​clouds.

A ray of sunlight dispelled the mist, revealing that this person was in his 20s, but he had a dignified demeanor that was like everyone else's.

The young man looked slightly delighted, and said to himself, "The innate skills that my predecessors taught me have become quite small, and my skills have doubled compared to a few years ago. These magic skills are all Taoist secrets, and I am afraid it is my Taoist. The inner alchemy magic created by the ancestors of the ancestors, if not for the three days of the old seniors, I would not have been able to practice this magic."

After the young man finished speaking, he picked up the stone and drew a chessboard on the ground to play Go with himself.

After an unknown period of time, the young man was struggling with a layout, and suddenly his brows wrinkled, he heard the sound of fierce fighting from the bottom of the mountain, listening to the sound of breaking the wind, it was two rare masters in the Western Regions.

The young man got up and walked over, and he saw two strange masters on the path down the mountain entanglement and fighting, like a cloud of white clouds and a cloud of black smoke colliding and entangling, and the force of the wind swept out. Not weak, I thought to my head, the senior brother Lingbao Daochang probably had similar martial arts to the two of them. If he used swordsmanship, he might be able to win one and a half moves, but he might not be able to beat them by internal strength alone.

There are no masters in the Western Regions except King Kongmen, Western Regions Shaolin, White Camel Villa, and Mingjiao. The young man shook his head gently, knowing that the black-skinned Hu and the other monster with a pale face and a zombie-like appearance were not the Western Regions. Then he shouted: "Two brothers, stay here!"

When the young man shouted, he had used his life's skill, and the shout was like thunder, shaking in the mountains.

However, the two who were fighting were ignorant of the internal strength of the four palms facing each other.

The young man knew that it was dangerous, and did not dare to take action to stop it easily. He knew that if he took action, he would suffer the backlash from the two masters, and he would be seriously injured if he did not die. But if the two were allowed to compete for internal skills, they would both die in their own homes in the end. door.

The young man frowned and thought to himself: The two or three people will not be able to determine the outcome of the internal competition in two or three hours. The teacher has already emerged. In this sect, only the head of the sect, the elder brother Lingbao, and I will be able to unravel the two. .

The young man made up his mind and flew away. After some time, he returned to Jingshen Peak with a 36-year-old middle-aged Taoist priest.

It was already dusk, and the sky was dark, and the two of them saw the white smoke curling from the head of the black dwarf man and the white-faced zombie, and knew that it was time for both of them to run out of fuel.

Daoist Lingbao, the head of the Kunlun faction, frowned and said, "Junior Brother He, we both dismantled it at the same time, and then subdued them and asked why."

He Zudao nodded and said, "Okay senior brother."

After speaking, the two of them simultaneously set off Xiao Xiangzi and Nemo Xing, who were competing for internal strength.

Originally, Xiaoxiangzi and Nimoxing couldn't compare their skills, but at this time they were both exhausted. Slumped down and fell into a coma.

Daoist Lingbao stepped forward to check the pulse of the two, frowned and shook his head and said: "The two have obviously fought for a long time, and each has suffered severe internal injuries, which have damaged their origin and are difficult to recover. This time their internal strength is exhausted. …”

He Zudao said solemnly, "I still have some Shaoyang Pills in my grass hut, let them take it and see."

Daoist Lingbao looked down at the two unconscious people, and sighed, "Then try it."

Carrying Xiaoxiangzi and Nimoxing into the grass hut not far away, the two of them rescued Xiaoxiangzi and Nimoxing with good luck. They were about to feed them and take medicine, but they suddenly shook their heads and waved their hands.

Nemo star laughed and died suddenly, and the laughter was as chilling as a night owl's cry.

Xiaoxiangzi stared at Nimoxing and snorted, looked at the two gratefully, and said in a trembling voice: "My name is Xiaoxiangzi, his name is Nimoxing, we are..."

After Xiaoxiangzi finished talking intermittently about how the two of them stole the scriptures at the Shaolin Temple, how they escaped to the Western Regions and then fought to dominate the scriptures, after three days and three nights of fierce fighting, they finally ran out of gas, and their breathing gradually became short.

He Zudao hurriedly stretched out his hand and put it on the back of Xiaoxiangzi's heart, passing the innate qi that had the best healing effect.

Xiao Xiangzi was indeed refreshed, but he also noticed that this infuriating spirit was broad-minded and quite familiar, his face suddenly twitched, and he frowned: "Are you a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect?"

He Zudao said doubtfully: "I am a disciple of the Kunlun School, my teacher Qinglingzi, the senior admits his mistake."

"That shouldn't be... isn't this the innate skill?"

Xiao Xiangzi's face immediately flushed as he spoke, then he coughed a few times, and said weakly, "Well, I've done evil all my life, and before I die, I just ask two of you who can go to Shaolin Temple and talk to a monk Jueyuan in the temple. , the scriptures are in monkeys... monkeys..."

"Monkey? What monkey?"

"Ape...ape...monkey..."

Xiao Xiangzi said that he couldn't catch his breath and couldn't breathe.

He Zudao withdrew his hands and got up and said, "Brother, these two apparently stole the scriptures from the Shaolin Temple and hid them in a place called a monkey."

Daoist Lingbao nodded and said, "That's a good statement. Although we have never walked the rivers and lakes, we also know that the Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains martial arts is also a famous ancient temple for a century. Since these two seniors entrusted them before they died, you should go to Songshan for a walk. Bar."

He Zudao nodded and said, "As it should be, the younger brother buried the two of them first, and then went to Songshan Shaolin Temple to spread the word."

Daoist Lingbao got up and asked, "He just said that you know innate gong. I heard my teacher say it once. Congenital gong seems to be the supreme Quanzhen sect of the four great masters in those days when the True Monarch Chongyang and the Emperor of Qingxuan, Huashan Lun Jian, overwhelmed the four great masters. God, where did you learn it?"

He Zudao was stunned for a moment, his face turned pale, and said, "I learned what is called Xiantian Gong, but it was when I was collecting herbs in the mountains a few years ago. If you insist on learning from me and teach me my 'Xiantian Gong' if you say you can't take advantage of me, is it possible that this Xiantian Gong is the Quanzhen Sect's sect of magic?"

Daoist Lingbao was shocked when he heard the words, asked the old senior in detail, shook his head lightly and said, "It is said that Emperor Xuan of Qing Dynasty has black hair and beard, and most of the seven sons of Quanzhen seem to have passed away, that old senior may be Quanzhen. One of the seven sons, you can get the seniors to value and pass on the magic, which is also a deep blessing.

Junior Brother, your martial arts are already higher than mine, and now you have learned Taoism's supreme magic, and you will definitely become a great figure in this sect in the future, but the Quanzhen family has a great career, and you are the leader of the world's righteous way, and it is also the authentic martial arts. You should not reveal your innate skills easily, lest you get into trouble. "

He Zudao was also overjoyed at this time. He learned that he had learned the first-class magical power in the world by coincidence. In recent years, martial arts have advanced by leaps and bounds, and many doubts about the increase in power have also been answered.

Nodding, He Zudao said solemnly: "Little brother understands very well, brother, don't worry, I will let the world know that our Kunlun faction is unique in martial arts, and we will not let all the factions in the Central Plains."

(End of this chapter)